Hey Fiffe: I think you capture the unwholesomeness – and infinitude – of a sleepless night really well and in only a few screens. It’s a collective feeling, too. You kind of experience everyone’s anxiety and despair.

Never lived on Wyckoff, but I’ve certainly had similar nights in other neighborhoods.

Wow. Although I think I’ve seen this before, maybe it was just thumbnails or pencils, I feel like I hadn’t seen it completed until now, it looks very different from how I remember it, and I think I’d remember more clearly considering this is now one of my favorite comics by you. I love the experimental, very poetic stream of images and words, it feels very much like some kind of rambling by some worn out beat poet who’s just sick of everything, yet somehow finds a way to turn that filth into something beautifully sad, I don’t know. Love everything about it. ai, que liiiiindo.

Thanks, guys! Although many other nights were anxiety ridden, this was always a stand out. I can almost write books about that place alone, but I’ve already made a few attempts to document some other Wyckoff St. highlights:

this seemed like such an artistic jump for you at the time. it’s great to see now how seamlessly you’ve integrated these new successful elements into all of your work that has followed. i LOVE the extra cartoonishness you use to portray the more sinister parts of the story. it really commands attention, without bringing in any unnecessary melodrama. beautiful, beautiful work!

[...] I used to live in a really crappy apartment on Wyckoff Street, Brooklyn, right?. Well, it was pretty nice at first but it slowly turned into this weird, seedy pseudo-crack den run by my super. As part of Smith Magazine’s “Next Door Neighbor” comics project, I made a short comic about my basic experience in that dump. Equal parts nostalgia and disgust, you might dig “WYCKOFF”. [...]